Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven't got any wings.
Oh, great. You get the girl, I get the coroner.
- We'll be back to pick you up in fifteen minutes.
- Take your time. I expect to be dead in four.
- That guy was pissed.
- He'll feel better when he looks in the back seat.
- Shit! That was my gold bar!
Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona.
A naked man with a gun? Do you really expect anyone to believe that?
- You know how to pick this lock?
- Is this some black-shit again?
- Hey will you stop that racial shit? Are you a fuckin' locksmith or not?